Christian fantasy literature, and commentary on assorted subjects
Stealing packages of kitty snacks, I understand that. But what does a cat want with a loaf of bread? And you’ve seen them open drawers and cupboards without hands. Imagine what they could get into if they had hands.
This video ought to make you appreciate your own cats more, who would never perpetrate any of the mischief shown here.
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Watt cood be beter Then That???
I don’t know why that bird is hanging upside-down, and neither does the other bird; but I feel like I might join him.
I have just finished my humongous assignment for Chalcedon, to write a 2,700-word article on the current state of censorship by the social media and elsewhere on the Internet. Actually, I pooped out at 2,400 words. And I know there’s all sorts of stuff going to happen that would’ve been good to include in the article–but it just can’t be done.
I really wanted to include Marlene’s comments on the several times they’ve banned her, but somehow communications between us got cut off until today, and now it’s too late.
But what am I standing around for? I haven’t written Joe Collidge yet. Let me see if I can do it without melting into a shapeless mass of weariness.
Roll out the barrel, strike up the band, let’s celebrate!
On Monday my wife got an inhaler. Now it’s Friday, and she’s on Cloud 9 because her most pressing problem, chronic shortness of breath, has been dramatically alleviated. She has other medical difficulties that need seeing to, but this was the worst of them and it’s getting better. As an experiment, she went grocery-shopping with me today and sailed right through it.
Are we ever happy about that!
Thank you all for your prayers on our behalf: and thank the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost for hearing them and coming to our aid (I made sure to ask all Three!–although I haven’t forgotten that they’re One).
Their next invention: a robot that lets the air our of your tires and runs away
This has got to be the most superfluous invention of them all–an “Artificial Intelligence” (AI) system that can detect fake nooze created by other artificial intelligence systems… and also create fake nooze itself (https://futurism.com/ai-generates-fake-news).
Do they really think CNN needs any help in whipping up fake nooze?
Scientists at the University of Washington have programmed computers to do what so-called “real journalists” are already doing every day–creating and airing stories that simply aren’t true. Trump’s a Russian agent. Jussie Smollet was attacked by white supremacists. Covington High School kids picked on some poor old Native American war hero. Those stories were all fake nooze, not a word of truth in them: but each in its turn dominated the nooze cycle.
If there was ever anything that didn’t need inventing, it’s got to be a machine that tells lies.
This was my New Year’s message for 2014. Nothing much has changed since then. Atheists still eschew good manners.
I wonder if they were always so mean-spirited as they are today. I’m not counting college students going through a phase. It’s the ones who never grow out of it who can turn any conversation into an endurance test. But, as Martin Selbrede so often says, we are put here at least to try–and that with gentleness. No one ever got harangued into the Kingdom of Heaven.
But there is rejoicing in Heaven for every one of them who comes to Christ.
Here’s a hymn by Isaac Watts that I’d never heard before today–Lord, in the Morning, performed by Maddy Prior and the Carnival Band.
If you’re new here, as many of our readers are, please not that we take hymn requests–as many as we can get. If you have a favorite hymn you’d like to share, just let us know by leaving a comment anywhere on the blog.
Stealing food, or a bag of cat treats, that I understand. Even stealing money that’s left out on the table. Cats must think it’s something fun to play with. But a bath towel, hung up over the shower? An unopened four-pack of toilet paper rolls? Why would they want to steal those? Inquiring minds want to know.
G’day, mates! Byron the Quokka here, with some clarification about our Bell Mountain Trivia Contest.
I don’t know how the rumor got started, or who started it, but there are not going to be any essay questions in this contest. My cousin Bengay is crazy about essay questions. He turns everything into an essay question. Ask him what’s the bloomin’ time, and he gives you an essay.
We don’t need that in the contest, do we? Short answers are the best. And by the way, here are the answers to the first two questions:
One, the best wine in Obann comes from Durmurot; and two, Martis’ horse is named Dulayl. Question No. 3–who called himself the king of Lintum Forest?–is still in play, and Question No. 4 will come up by and by. There will be 20 questions. The reader with the most right answers gets a gold watch with this green face on it that sings a creepy little song sort of like a bunch of ants would sing it–oops, I mean an autographed book.
Hoping it will pump up my readers and bum out anyone who reads the New York Times, I offer this fife and drum rendition of Yankee Doodle.
The British made up this song to mock the upstart colonials who dared defy King George. They little dreamed the colonials would embrace the song on the way to kicking their butts back to England.
If you’ve got any liberals around, turn up the volume.